Adriana Jensen
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I was nervous as f**k.
In all my life, I had never been this nervous and as I sat in front of the mirror, staring at myself, I could feel my leg shaking.
“I always thought I was going to be the first to get married,” Charlotte said, not noticing how close I was to throwing up and running the f**k out of there.
“You hated your fiancé for twenty-one years, Char.” Sofia reminded her.
“Why did I ever hate him again? He’s such a good boyfriend, ugh! I can’t wait to bear his last name for real. Adriana, how do you feel about not being a Jensen anymore?”
“I’ve been waiting for it.” I managed to speak. The only thing holding me back from completing running was the fact that the stylist was still on my hair.
Apparently, getting ready to get married took a longer time than
